Ladies in Hades and the Dyval Wears Prada

Journal - Trent - Entry 65

We haven’t yet discovered exactly when the next shipment of this plague-inducing incense will arrive. We’ll hit the docks first thing in the morning to look into that. We know we have a few days at least.

Neither the Catholics nor the Norse are burning the incense in this town. Each of them is preoccupied with other matters and haven’t really put much effort into following the orders of their faiths. So for now this town remains relatively plague-free.

James got into a fight with a large, burly man in the “temple” to Thor – just a mead hall, really, similar to the one in Calgary where we met McGreggor. It was no contest and James won handily, if not very honorably. He tried to pass me off as his servant – HA! As if I’d ever serve at his arrogant whim. Still, my attire at the time didn’t help the situation so I’ve since found and sterilized some new clothing, more appropriate to my tastes than the burlap sacks Helldamn hastily modified.

The king here, Hrothgar, couldn’t care less about the plague ravaging the countryside. He recently got married and he plans to spend days partying. That’s the aristocracy for you. James noticed some sort of arrow in the man’s hall that seemed like one of Orion’s arrows. Thhat’s a little curious, but there really isn’t anything else to go on with that yet. To our discredit we stayed at the King’s, partying for a bit. We showed off some of our more minor abilities and won his drunken favor.

Just what I always wanted. The good graces of a drunk, primative, selfish king.

His queen, however, I could see why he married her. One of the few women of this time that I’ve encountered who was even semi-clean, but even so she was beautiful. She was largely ignored throughout the party, as if the king was just making her sit there to show her off. I tried to talk with her at one point while the king was off doing something-or-other, but she was distracted by something. I didn’t get the chance to try and figure out what was distracting her since Hrothgar came back and ushered me away from her, back to the party.

I had about enough of the party and left it before midnight – oddly enough, so did my companions. Maybe for once we’re all on the same page?